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Rain pours, but it does not chill this this cold figure. The zombies are organized, and these are the enforcers. They were vile in life, and voracious in death. Slipping off the mortal coil only increased their hunger for crime and debauchery. Their unique... talents... pay the bills but the inability to feel pleasure drives them ever more violent.

Vast network of mycelium, many fibrous finger things like tiny maggots crawling through the supple earth of Foggyland. After its defeat, it lay in hiding under a dormant source of power. When the power returned, it had touched the hearts of humanity, and the fungal entity drank deep of it. The darkness of individuals the power had passed tasted the sweetest, and the instinct to simply survive became a lust to avenge and cause suffering. The propagation of itself gave way to new feelings of pride and primal fear. Its behemoth basidiocarp rose once more. Twisted and forlorn, pained and angry. And it ate the creatures of Foggyland from the inside out, leaving them unfeeling husk puppets driven only to further the providence of Shrooom!!! Corruption now spreads unseen beneath the pure winter snow, a deep malevolent stain poised to devour the world around it. Next time, hold the mushrooms.

Forged in the antediluvian womb, born of the Earth and borne on its cascading soil. The seed, the source, the timeless sentinel that bore the rest of its kind. The leavening agent of the plant kingdom. Promoting growth, permitting their spread. Yet long years separate the wizened from the progeny of their progeny. The primeval becomes weary, but the vigilance never fades.